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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
The Names,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.