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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Monks,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.