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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Visage,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.