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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Monks,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.