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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.