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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.