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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
CMW,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.