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 New Zealand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Organ,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.