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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.