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 Dominica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.