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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Can,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.