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 United States and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Von Mondo to the techno 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Nas,
Brick,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.