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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.