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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.