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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.