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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.