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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.