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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the grunge 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
The Fall,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.