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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.