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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.