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 Indonesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.