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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.