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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Lyres,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.