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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.