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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the rock 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.