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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.