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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.