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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.