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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Eurythmics to the rock 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.