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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.