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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Kayak,
The Wake,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.