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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Q65,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.