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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the crunk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.