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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.