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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 a sitar and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.