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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.