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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.