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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.