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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.