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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Wire,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.