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 London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.