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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.