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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.