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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.