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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.