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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.