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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Scion,
Gong,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.