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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.