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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.