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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.