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 Indonesia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.