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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 mellotron and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.