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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.