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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.