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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Visage,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.