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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.