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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.