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 Taiwan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Technova,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Can,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.