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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.