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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.