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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.