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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.