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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.