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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 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?
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
JFA,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.