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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.