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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.