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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Porter Ricks to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
ABC,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.