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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.