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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Index,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.