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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.