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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.