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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Goldenarms to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.