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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.