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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.