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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.