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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.