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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.