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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Television,
World's Most,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.