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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.