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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.