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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 sitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.