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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the disco 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.