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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.