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 Canada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.