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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the jazz 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.