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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.