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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.