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 Mali and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Brick,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.