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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
cv313,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.