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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.
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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.