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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.