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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.