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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.