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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.