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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.