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 Laos and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Cymande,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.