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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.