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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.