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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
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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.