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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
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.