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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.