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 Norway and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.