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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.