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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.