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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.