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 Kenya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.