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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Rekid,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.