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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.