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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 jazz 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
The Doors,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.