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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
JFA,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Chrome,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.