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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.