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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Faust,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.