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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.