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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.