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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.