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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.