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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Invisible to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.