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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.