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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.