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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.