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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.