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 Seychelles 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 Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Can,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.