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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.