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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Excepter,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
X-101,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.