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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.