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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.