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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.