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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.