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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.