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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Television,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.