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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.