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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.