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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.