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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.