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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Darondo,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.