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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
The Associates,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.