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 Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.