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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.