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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.