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 Mexico and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.