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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.