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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.