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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.