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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.