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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Slave,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.