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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
The Index,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.