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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.