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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Cure to the funk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Moebius,
Organ,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.