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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.