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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
UT,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.