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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Smog,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.