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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.