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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Faust,
The Residents,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.