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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.