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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.