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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 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?
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.