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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
10cc,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.