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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.