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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 snare and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.