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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.