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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Whodini,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.