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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.