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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.