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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.