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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.