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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
The Standells,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.