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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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?
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
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.