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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.