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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.