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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.