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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.