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 Nepal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.