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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.