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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.