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 Cameroon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.