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 Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.