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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Wire,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.