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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.