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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.