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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Whodini to the grunge 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.