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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Japan,
CMW,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.