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 Malawi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.