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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.