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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.