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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.