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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Fear,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.