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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Cameo,
MDC,
Shoche,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.