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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.