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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Organ to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.