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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Swans,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.