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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.