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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.