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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Wings,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.