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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.