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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.