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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.