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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.