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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.