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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.