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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.