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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.