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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cowsills to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.