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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
Magma,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.