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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.