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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.