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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.