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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.