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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.