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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.