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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
New Order,
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.