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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Q and Not U to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.