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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
UT,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.