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 Portugal and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.