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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.