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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 In Retrospect to the disco 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.