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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a theremin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.