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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.