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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.