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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.