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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.