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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the grunge 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.