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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.