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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Japan,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.