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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Brick 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.