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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Fear,
The Star Department,
X-102,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.