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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 guitar 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.