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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.