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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.