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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.