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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.