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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.