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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.