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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tomorrow 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.