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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT to the dance 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Organ,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.