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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Index,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.