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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The J.B.'s 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.