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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the rock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.