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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.