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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.