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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.