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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.