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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.