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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.