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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.