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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Drexciya,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.