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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.