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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Qualms,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.