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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.