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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Pylon,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.