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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.