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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
The Index,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.