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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.