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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 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?
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.