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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Japan,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.