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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.