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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.