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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.