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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.