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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.