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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.