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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drexciya to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.