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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Nas,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.