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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Television,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.