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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.