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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.