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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monolake to the funk 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
The Move,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.