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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.