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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Hoover,
MC5,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
The Index,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.