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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.