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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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.