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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
The Trojans,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.