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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 kango's stein massive 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.