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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.