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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Can,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Scion,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.