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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
UT,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.