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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.