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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Monks,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.