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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.