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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masters at Work,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.