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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.