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 Dominica 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bobby Womack 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Index,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
June Days,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.