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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.