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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
UT,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.