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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
cv313,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Can,
Swans,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.