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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.