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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Index,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.