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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.