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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 cv313 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.