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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Pylon,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.