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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Chrome,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.