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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Wire,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.