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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.