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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sun Ra to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Organ,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.