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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.