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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.