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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.