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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.