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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the dance 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.