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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.