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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.