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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The American Breed,
JFA,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.