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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.