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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.