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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.