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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.