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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.