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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 One Last Wish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.