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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.