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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.