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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.