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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Pole,
MC5,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.