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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Pole,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.