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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Television,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.