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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.