Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.