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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.