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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.