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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Television,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.