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 Canada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 MDC to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.