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 Ukraine 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.