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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 T. Rex to the funk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Skaos,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Nico,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.