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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.