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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Can,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.