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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.