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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.