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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.