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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.