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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.