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 Estonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
ABC,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.