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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.