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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Rakim,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.