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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.