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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Swans to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.