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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Crime,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.