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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
EPMD,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.