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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.