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 India 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 John Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.