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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.