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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.