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 Peru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.