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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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?
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Pole,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.