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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
CMW,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.