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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 snare and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.