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 Bolivia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
X-101,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.