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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.