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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Franke,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.