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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Audionom,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.