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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.