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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.