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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.