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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.