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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 June Days to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.