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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Techniques 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 Near. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.