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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.