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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.