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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.