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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.