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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.