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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.