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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.