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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Ronan,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.