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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.