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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.