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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
cv313,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.