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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.