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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.