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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.