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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
ABBA,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.