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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 guitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Can,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.