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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Motorama,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.