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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.