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 Zambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.