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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.