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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.