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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.