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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.