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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.