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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.