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 China and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
MC5,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.