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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.