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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
The Litter,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.