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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.