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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.