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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.