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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.