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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.