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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.