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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 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?
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.