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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.