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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.