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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.