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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.