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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Little Man 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.