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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Germs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.