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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.