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 Guyana and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.