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 Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.