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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
UT,
The Evens,
Sparks,
MC5,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.