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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Technova to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
PIL,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Zapp,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.