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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.