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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.