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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.