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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.