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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.