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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.