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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.