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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.