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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.