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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.