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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Index,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.