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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.