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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.