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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.