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 St Lucia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.