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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.