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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.