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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.