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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.