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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Organ to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.