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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Shoche,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.