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 Belgium and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.