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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Yaz to the jazz 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Japan,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.