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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Index,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Symarip,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.