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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.