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 Botswana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.