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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.