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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.