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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.