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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.