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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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?
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.