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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.