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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.