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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Nas,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.