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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Index,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.