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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
X-102,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.