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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.