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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.