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 Senegal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.