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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.