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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.