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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Rekid,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.