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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.