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 Yemen 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.