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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.