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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugs to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.