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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.