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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.