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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Swans,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.