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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.