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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.