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 Kenya 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Franke to the crunk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.