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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Faust,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.