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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.