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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.