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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Moody Blues to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.