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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
X-102,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.