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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Techniques to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.