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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.