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 Israel and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
cv313,
Hoover,
Nico,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.