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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.