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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.