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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.