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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.