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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.