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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.