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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Nas,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.