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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.