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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.