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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.