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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.