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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Nas,
Swans,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.