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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.