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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.