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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Slave,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.