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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.