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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.