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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.