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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.