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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doors to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.