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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.