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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.