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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.