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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Japan,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.