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 Haiti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.