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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.