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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.