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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.