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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.