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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.