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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Excepter,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.