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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.