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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.