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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
10cc,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.