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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Index,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Brick,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.