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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.