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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.