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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.