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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.