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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.