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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.