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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
AZ,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.