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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.