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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Can,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.