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 Kenya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Crime,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.