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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.