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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.