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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.