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 Laos and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.