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 Uganda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Gong,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.