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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.