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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Television,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.