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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joe Finger 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.